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At the end of the street that ran in front of my house, where the street intersected the main road, there lived a gray and quiet old man.
At the end of the street that ran in front of my house, where the street dead-ended into the main road, lived an old man—gray and quiet—who wore white knee-length socks and shorts that went up to his rib cage.
At the end of the street that ran in front of my house, where the street dead-ended into the main road, lived an old man—gray and quiet—who wore white knee-length socks and shorts that went all the way up to his rib cage.